Few hours later, a weary Adam blinked awake inside the pitch-black freezer. The fishy stench hit him instantly, curling his nose. He let out a small, self-deprecating laugh.
"I was hoping all this khra (shit) was just a realistic nightmare…"
In the end, he could only mutter, "Alhamdulillah (thanks god)… for everything."
The suffocating darkness pressed around him, and for a moment, his thoughts drifted to the things he couldn't control: home, family, the life he had left behind. He clenched his fists.
'No. Not now. What matters now is survival. As long as I survive, I can return home one day. First… shelter. For now this freezer will do. Needs cleaning, sure, and I have to curl in it like a sardine, but it's better than freezing my ass off at night. I bet the beach becomes cold AF.'
'Second: food. There must be sea creatures. although I hate fish, I hate seafood... except oysters! but beggars can't be choosers.'
'Third: integration. I need to learn Japanese, improve my appearance, or else situations like earlier will keep happening… with even worse consequences.'
Adam inhaled deeply, and almost got chocked by the fishy stench.
"Alright, motherfu...ahem... alien Japanese world… Hantakour‑sama is HERE! I'll Show you what a Moroccan Muslim Boy is capable of! I Come, I Adapt, I Conquer!!!"
He slowly propped up the freezer lid, moving like a soldier escaping enemy territory.
He needed to check if anything or anyone was waiting outside.
After ten long minutes of observation and using the observation haki he cultivated from sleepless nights training his Qilin arm secretly at night, while being on guard against sneak attacks from family members. since he sleeps in the living room.
"Safe… but let's not lower our defenses."
He slipped outside.
The sun was still high, blazing over him. By instinct he guessed it was around 10 or 11 AM.
Left, right, no people. The road in the distance was nearly empty, only the occasional car passing by.
Only the mountains of junk and a colony of seagulls stared back at him.
"Potential Food, but i have to be smart and set up traps instead of scaring them away."
First order of action: clean the sand off his body and clothes.
"Damn, bro… with all this sand I look more alien than the aliens. No wonder they were scared of me. But still, that was racist!"
After cleaning himself, Adam rummaged through the junk for a bottle or barrel. He found a squished 5‑liter bottle and forced it back into shape.
"Sigh… rummaging through garbage… brings back memories."
Adam's mind drifted back to his childhood. Back then, poverty had been a constant companion, he and his family lived in a cramped shantytown beside a sprawling landfill. He remembered roaming the towering piles of trash with his friends, scavenging for anything of value, scraps of bronze wire, bits of cardboard, discarded trinkets. Every find felt like a hidden treasure. They would sell the recyclables for a few dirhams, just enough to treat themselves to a few hours at the internet café, a small taste of freedom in a world that had very little to give.
He headed toward the sea, the second task is to fetch water, to cleanse his house, the freezer.
He carried the water bottle to the shore.
"Ohh, lucky again! Fishes! Tiny, like my fingers, but there are so many…" Adam's eyes lit up with excitement. A thrill ran through him, the same rush he'd felt the first time he discovered a new game, figuring out its rules, exploring its world. Only now, the game was real life, and the stakes weren't points or achievements, they were survival.
"I don't know why… but I feel happy. My African ancestors' survival genes, suppressed by modern cities carefree life, are finally awakening and clapping for me."
PAT PAT PAT PAT
" HOO HOO HAA HAA!!! I'M THE HANTAKOUR‑SAMA!! I'LL FUCKING SURVIVE!"
Adam start pounding his chest like a gorilla( well, he is more like a chimpanzee), roaring victoriously, venting out all of his frustration… and scaring off half the seagull population.
"SHIIIIT! MY LUNCH!! COME BACK!!!"
Despair washed over him as the seagulls fled.
"They'll return. They must return. You'll never escape my tagine!"
(a tagine is a North African clay cooking pot. Put meat and veggies inside, slow‑cook it, and BOOM, the best lunch that you will never get tired of.)
Comforting himself, Adam made his way back, humming random tones.
The worries about his family, the future, and where he would live pressed on him, but Adam, simple-minded as he was, decided to leave everything in God's hands. He would do what he could, and leave what he couldn't to God.
"who did? God Did!!!" out of nowhere this Line popped in his mind and he blurted it out, it felt suitable for this situation.
This was the enlightenment he received inside the freezer, after letting go of all his guilt.
Sure enough, with a clean, pure heart, he began to see things clearly, appreciating their true value. A deep sense of serenity settled over him, as if no matter what storm he faced, he could endure it.
"Bring it on! nothing can affect me!"
Marching back to his freezer, Adam didn't notice the green glass shard hiding under the sand.
He stepped on it.
"AY AY AY AYYYYYYYYYYY!" Adam bounced like a frightened cat.
It felt like someone shoved a burning needle straight into his foot. Pain signals exploded in his brain.
He crouched, tears leaking out unconsciously, dropped the bottle, and checked his foot. A small nail‑sized shard of green glass was half-embedded into his flesh.
"Hiiisss…I need to remove it before it goes deeper."
Eyes sharpening with resolve, he grabbed the shard and yanked it out.
"AAAHHH!!"
A fresh wave of pain assaulted him. He squeezed the wound to force out blood, terrified of leftover fragments or bacteria bullying his pirated immune system.
Red blood oozed. He gritted his teeth, washed the wound with seawater, the salt made it burn like hell.
Tff Tff
He spat lightly some of his saliva into his hand, pressed it on the wound, and started reciting Surah Al-Fatiha.
"Bismi Allah Al Rahmani Al Rahim..." (In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful)
His saliva contained powerful potent bacteria, if you don't believe it, try to smell his breath, you will faint instantly.
he was using this to counteract any infection, yeah, fight poison with poison.
At the same time, he chanted Surah Al-Fatiha, a chapter of the Qur'an known for its healing properties. Many people recite it over injured areas to relieve pain, headaches, and other ailments, and praised it's miraculous effect.
"Which "Wld Lhram" (bastard) breaks beer bottles on a beach?! This is a deliberate attempt to harm humanity! What if kids stepped on this? These Japanese aliens aren't as civilized as the ones in my world!"
He ripped off a piece of his tank top and bandaged the wound.
"Now I look homeless… oh wait...I AM homeless!!! Yohohohoooo...I want to cry… but no time. I need footwear, and I need to clean this battlefield of dangers!"
Hoping on one leg, he went Back to scavenging. After half an hour, he found two mismatched shoes.
Now armed with shoes, Adam picked up a pipe and started plowing the sand like an angry farmer, hunting hidden glass shards.
"This place definitely attracts drunk people… so many glass pieces! And the worst part? They're hiding under the sand like landmines!"
He collected every shard carefully into a cardboard box. It was time‑consuming, but he insisted.
Reason one: he didn't want to step on glass again.
He will live in this area, he can't be always wearing shoes, he will also go from time to time to swim and come back to burry himself in the hot sand, he heard it has a good effect on alleviating back and neck. pains, which he suffers from because of the long hours he spend sitting on chair.
Reason two: kids might play here (probably not, but still he can't ignore the possibility.)
Reason three…
"This is my first good deed in this world. I hope Allah sends me good news for it."
His true motivation was simple: he believed that doing good deeds would bring blessings, whether in this life or the hereafter.
and he needs divine help asap now!
After an intense hour of cleaning from the junk area to the shoreline, Adam sat down leaning on the freezer.
As he sat down, he remembered the story of Prophet Moses (peace be upon him). After fleeing Egypt to escape punishment for an accidental killing, Moses arrived in the land of Madyan, exhausted and hungry. Near the city's well, he observed a group of shepherds watering their flocks. Standing apart from them were two women holding back their sheep.
Moses, showing compassion and chivalry, asked them why they were waiting. They explained that they could not approach the well until the men were finished, as the other shepherds were numerous, and their father was a very old man who couldn't perform the strenuous task.
Out of kindness, Moses stepped forward and watered the women's flocks for them, without asking for any reward.
He then withdrew to the shade of a tree and made a heartfelt supplication to Allah:
"Rabbi inni lima anzalta ilayya min khayrin faqeer."
"My Lord! Truly, I am in need of whatever good that You bestow on me!" (Qur'an 28:24).
Later, the women returned and invited him to meet their father. After hearing Moses's story, the father offered him a home, work, and eventually one of his daughters in marriage. Through one sincere act of kindness, one sincere prayer, Allah granted him safety, a family, and a livelihood.
Adam raised his hands.
"i fulfilled the conditions to do this dua, first do good deed, check, then pray..."
"Rabbi inni lima anzalta ilayya min khayrin faqeer."
"Ya rabbi (oh my god)… send me a beautiful, human, rich wife, maybe someone saw me secretly cleaning this beach. Or at least someone kind who feels pity. I don't mind older women…"
"Rabbi inni lima anzalta ilayya min khayrin faqeer…" he kept repeating it, since he has nothing to do now. but suddenly, he stopped.
His eyes widened.
He rubbed them.
his mouth opened wide.
For a moment he genuinely thought he was hallucinating… or suffering from a heat stroke.
"A'oudhu billah min ash‑shaytan ir‑rajim!!"
("I seek refuge in Allah from Satan, the accursed/outcast one")
Something golden was rising from the sand, right from the area he had cleaned.
Golden particles gathered into a swirling mist… then condensed into a glowing orb.
It floated.
Then, slowly, deliberately, it started gliding toward him.
"Jinn!!! This is definitely Jinn!!! I was correct! finally it showed its true colors! The culprit that kidnapped me! Damn! It's coming here!! RUN!!!!"
Adam sprinted at full speed, kicking clouds of sand behind him.
The orb shifted directions and followed.
From a bystander perspective, they will only see a young boy in a torn tank top, sand‑stained shorts, running for his life across the coast.
running from nothing.
apparently, the golden orb is only visible to him alone.
Adam lasted… two minutes.
Exactly two.
They say the duration you can sprint at full speed equals the time you can spend with your wife in bed. By that metric, our Adam deserves every bit of his protagonist status!
Then
"HHHHHAAAA HHHHHAAAA ..."
He collapsed to his knees, wheezing like a dying engine.
The orb calmly floated toward him.
Adam, drenched in sweat and terror, clutched his chest and began reciting every verse he could remember.
"YA RABBB SAVE ME FROM THIS JINN..."
He tried crawling backward, but his limbs were noodles, weak, trembling, useless.
This day he had experienced so many things, and had been running for his life since he woke up, not to mention he had just done an intensive cleaning task, and hadn't eaten anything!
it's a miracle he can still stand and it's even more wonderful that he can sprint for two minutes!
He literally squeezed his potential and surpassed his limits again and again, always going Plus Ultra!
The orb came closer.
Closer.
"Stay away from me!!!"
This slow approach tortured Adam's spirit. It was like watching, helplessly, the countdown of a bomb about to explode, with no way to stop it.
The only thing he could do was wave his hands wildly, throwing sand like a panicked child trying to scare off a ghost.
but his efforts were futile.
The orb phased through his hands… through the sand… through everything.
It touched him.
And slid effortlessly into his chest.
"AHHH I'M DYING..." Adam Screamed, clutching his chest.
Then...
"huh?" Adam froze.
"…Did I die?"
He waited.
No pain.
No burning.
No possession.
No whisper of "sell your soul" or "bring me seven goats".
Instead.
A soft ding echoed in his mind.
And a blue translucent screen appeared before his eyes.
[HERO SYSTEM ACTIVATED]